Pluto and mars

The scorpion travels the path of passion,                            
Clashing with battle axes to capture it's essence,                            
It questions, its existence.                            
Stitching its intentions in seconds, switching                         
Between, life and death as it passes.                           
Its feelings are massed by a skelleton mask,                            
For the marrow shattered attempting                           
to,  plant a kiss on a star.                           
It didn't show it but the explosion left a permanent scar.                           
Its wear it's carvings sculpting work in it's art,                     
It took that notion from mars, who told him                              
 pain is weakness leaving it's host,                            
He then breath into the scorpion the warriors soul,                            
It fought it's way to Pluto who was distant and cold,                            
And Never showed a hint of weakness that would leave him,                            
Exposed.                            
He ripped out the Scorpions heart and gave it a new life,                            
With a pulse so intense it could beat on it's own it went,                            
Boom, B Boom Boom, B Boom Boom!!!                  
the Scorpion feet tapped so unique in it's form                        
It danced the dance of the infinite lifting its heals gently and                            
landing in patterns transcending advanced physics                            
That left the solstice in tranced,          
 black holes danced with it,          
Along with every star and planet with in the solar system,          
It moved so insync it's DNA adapted and manifested          
As gifts that he built from his passion,          
It had Eyes to show the internal a shell that's eternal      
and the ability  to wake up from it's sleep reborn      
 as an Immortal.